I have never seen a well being drilled let alone having it so up close and personal. Monday two huge trucks arrived dwarfing our garage/ living abode and consuming the length of our long country driveway. One of the vehicles, a crane with the drilling apparatus, cost $1,000,000, something I never considered. They arrived about 9:30 and left at 5:00 after drilling to a depth of 205 feet and only getting a sprinkle of water, but were encouraged. All day long the driller hummed a deafening tone. The trucks shook the ground and our nerves. Again on Tuesday it was constant pounding. Actually most of the effort goes into smashing and grinding the rock into a silty mix that can be flushed out with water.
We left for two hours to run 10 miles of the Ely Marathon course. Terry stayed a couple of miles ahead of me in the car. He got enough phone reception to keep himself busy. His duty was to provide support and protect me from bears. It’s pretty desolate. This is a hard running course with lots of grueling uphills. My shin splints have really flared up and now it’s hard to pull my toes up. I feel pathetic .
Dominic is coming to visit tomorrow. We set up a tent for him and bought a couple of cots. We checked out some campsites. On Thursday I’m going to get a rental solo canoe in the version I have on order which should be here the end of August. We’ll take the solo and the tandem to paddle, swim and hike Thursday and Friday.
When we returned the drillers had found water at 305 feet, and they were packing up—peace and quiet.
At 5:00, even though it looked like rain, Terry took off on his bike. I was listening to the radio when the weather alert broke in announcing a storm heading toward Ely with lightning, hail, and wind gusts of 60 MPH. I drove off and found Terry coming home, but still a few miles out. Good thing because I wasn’t sure his bike would fit in my car.
At 6:00 we were eating supper in the dark and watching and listening to the loud, violent storm. It was short and fun, but knocked our power out.
Mountain Peace 
Every time I read your blog I am even more in awe of you guys. You would have fared very well in the old pioneer days. Not me, I like my hot showers. I love reading all about it, though!
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